The Diverse Causes

We are in a cell of civilised magic.
Stravinsky Roars at breakfast. Our Milk Is Powdered.

The Conn Man: Part 3

I: Gilda and I sat in her car, a smoky haze around us. I pull out my eye drops, a pack of gum, a 30 ml container of CanHome Brand Hand Sanitizer, then I stub out into my English Silver Cigarette Case, along with a few other rolled pieces of cardboard, charred at one end among a field of green entrails from previous adventures.

II: For the redness. For the smokiness. For the ashes. For Later.

III: As we pass the wall of Bømann Villa chairs, which are all $10 according to the Scandinavian-inspired signage, I laugh about installing the same artwork in my own home.

IV: It is 6 chairs wide by 7 chairs high.

V: It will cost $420. It is destiny.